Tag Archives: home
I got the record player because there was still a box of records in the garage at my parents’ house. It survived the demise of my parents’ stereo system. It survived the move in ’93. Then it survived the rebuilding … Continue reading
Here is the non-book edition of this post, since I guess I also did some other things in 2011. It was a bigger year than usual for me, so I thought I would reflect on some high and low … Continue reading
“Il faut des rites.” (“We need rituals.”) — Antoine de St. Exupery (via French Women Don’t Get Fat) I have decided to decorate my apartment for the holidays. If you are not interested in why, you are welcome to skip … Continue reading
Right now, I am enjoying: Lamp light Rain outside A hot drink A cold that keeps me indoors Time to write No job!
“Wise and silent.” — M83, Graveyard Girl. The first cosmetic item I ever selected and purchased on my own, for actual use in social dealings, was a deep wine, nearly rouge-noir lipstick from the Larchmont Beauty Store, possibly made by … Continue reading
Living in San Francisco, writing about Portland, and so homesick.